The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, with Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, 1 tomasS. King, 1831 |
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... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison where I am committed . Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us ...
... Claud . Fellow , why dost thou show me thus to the world ? Bear me to prison where I am committed . Prov . I do it not in evil disposition , But from lord Angelo by special charge . Claud . Thus can the demi - god , Authority , Make us ...
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... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only hope : I have hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death or life , Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life , - If I do lose ...
... Claud . The miserable have no other medicine , But only hope : I have hope to live , and am prepar'd to die . Duke . Be absolute for death ; either death or life , Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life , - If I do lose ...
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William Shakespeare. Claud . But in what nature ? Isab . In such a one as ( you consenting to't ) Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear , And leave you naked . ' Claud . Let me know the point . Isab . O , I do fear thee ...
William Shakespeare. Claud . But in what nature ? Isab . In such a one as ( you consenting to't ) Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear , And leave you naked . ' Claud . Let me know the point . Isab . O , I do fear thee ...
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... Claud . Let me ask my sister pardon . I am so out of love with life , that I will sue to be rid of it . Duke . Hold you there : Farewell . Re - enter Provost . Provost , a word with you . [ Exit CLAUDIO . Prov . What's your will ...
... Claud . Let me ask my sister pardon . I am so out of love with life , that I will sue to be rid of it . Duke . Hold you there : Farewell . Re - enter Provost . Provost , a word with you . [ Exit CLAUDIO . Prov . What's your will ...
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... Claud . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless la- bour When it lies starkly " in the traveller's bones : He will not wake . Prov . Who can do good on him ? Well , go , prepare yourself . But hark , what noise ? [ Knocking within ...
... Claud . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless la- bour When it lies starkly " in the traveller's bones : He will not wake . Prov . Who can do good on him ? Well , go , prepare yourself . But hark , what noise ? [ Knocking within ...
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art thou Banquo better Biron blood Boyet brother Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab John Kath King lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master master doctor means mistress Moth never night old copy reads Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pray prince Proteus SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock signior SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio tongue Tranio true unto wife woman word
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